Seven Years in Tibet - David Bowie

«Are you OK?

You’ve been shot in the head

And I’m holding your brains,»

The old woman said

So I drink in the shadows of an evening sky

See nothing at all

The stars look so special

And the snow looks so old

The frail form is drifting

Beyond the yoga zone

Time to question the mountain: Why pigs can fly?

It’s nothing at all

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes away

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes

I praise to you

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes away

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes away

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes, nothing ever goes

Nothing